Alice seemed distant but still troubled as she processed Allison's words. She'd wondered how she would handle a master or mistress like that. A cold one who took pleasure in humiliation and most things that normal people might find unpleasant. It was odd because she saw it in theory as just another experience that would change the picture of her own life, and yet she felt bad for Allison to have gone through it all the same. It was odd sometimes. Alice thought back briefly to the conversation she'd had with one of the other slaves, Kaegan, about being real.
"I'm sorry, I think," she said finally, shaking her head and immediately amending the statement. "I-I mean, I'm sorry that you went through it. I just, um, I have trouble sometimes. With things and feelings and stuff." Alice flushed slightly, knowing she had to sound like an idiot and opting to get back to the other question. That was an easy one.
"It's lovely here. Miss Laura's my Mistress, and I'm happy. Really." The girl pursed her lips for a second, considering her work in the garden. "And useful, I think. Which I don't think I've ever been, actually."